#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…